She said
"I hate you!" as a toddler, but everyone just laughed and said it was adoring.
She said
"I despise you." as a teenager, but everyone just thought it was the hormones.
She said
"I loathe you." as an adult, but the others just scoffed, thinking she was overreacting.
She was dismissed her entire life of the words she said, and on her deathbed, when she whispered
"I hate you." to the world, they knew she meant it, not because of whom she said it to, but because she had a reason since the day she was born.
"I hate you." And it was true.
YOU ARE READING
The Book of Healing
PoetryShe's not okay, but writing it down helps. - Part I: It's time to rip off the band-aid. Poems: slam, traditional, free-verse. The first twenty are not up to par with the others, but this is an ongoing journey so I feel the need to include them...
